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Luci Inflatable Solar Lantern

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Here’s a cool thing I found recently, a little solar/battery powered light that blows up like a beach ball to form a sort of lightbulb. I have become near obsessed with the idea the house as a self contained unit, not so much “off grid” as “grid agnostic” so these cheap little things by a company called Mpowerd really appealed to me as a good solution for portable or emergency lighting. There is a solar panel/battery which charges by sun or light bulb, 10 LED lights with a medium, high and flashing strobe setting, 6-12 hours of light on a full charge, waterproof, 4oz weight, folding flat for storage and cheap at $14.99 mpowerd.com these would be good for backpacking, lighting up whatever, wherever.

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Cody Kucich in Shit Desert, Or (Near Goose Lake)


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Alex Haller at his house in Reno before we goaded him into riding to Yosemite with us. He didn’t end up making the whole ride out there.


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Cody Kucich at Alex’s house in Reno in the process of goading Alex into riding with us to Yosemite


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Alex Haller getting ready to ride to Yosemite with us after we goaded him into it.


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Cody Kucich at Alex’s house probably saying something along the lines of “why not” or “why would you want to do that?”


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Anthony Smith kicking back and flipping the bird on our slow ride through Yosemite.


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Anthony Smith and Cody Kucich at Tenaya Lake in Yosemite. Granite beaches and sandy lake bottom.



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Jan (pronounced Yon) Lashly is an actor. Can you tell? You might know him for his roll as the Whopper Junior. Or maybe you know him as the guy who rode his Harley into the pit at Sound and Fury.


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Anthony Smith on the California coast about an hour or so south of Big Sur.

Song Of The Day - 10.16.14
"Be True To Your School" - Beach Boys

When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
“Now what’s the matter buddy
Ain’t you heard of my school
It’s number one in the state”

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

I got a letterman’s sweater
With a letter in front
I got for football and track
I’m proud to wear it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got a decal in back

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

On Friday we’ll be jacked up on the football game
And I’ll be ready to fight
We’re gonna smash ‘em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And she’ll be yelling tonight

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school

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Nothing Puts Me To Sleep Like the Hum of Two or Three Dozen Semi’s

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Beginning the Ride to L.A.

            Cody and I planned on meeting as early as we could to begin the weeks’ travels. For me this meant finishing my work as early as possible, giving the bike a final once over, and packing. This was an easy feat with the impending trip fueling every task. We agreed to meet at ***** in Seattle for one last free meal before hitting the road. We can most always count on ****** for a free meal.
            Finally we set off. Our first destination was Pendleton Oregon. The five hour evening ride was supposed to be a piece of cake. Unfortunately this leg of the journey was all interstate leading to our selected route, the under utilized highway 395. After performing as many stunts as we could come up with whilst rolling down the dull freeway we finally arrived. It is now close to midnight, possibly later. We stop in at a truck stop to take advantage of a 24 hour Subway restaurant and charge our phones. The sandwich technician is a lively young girl. She is eager to please the new faces that have appeared before her. None of this helps her in the formation of our meals though. While she attempts to banter with us she also sloppily mashes together our requested toppings and wraps them thoughtlessly in paper. She seems to have no rhythm or purpose to her actions. There is a man in line behind us. He surprises me when he begins to place his order with a thick eastern European accent. With no better option we unrolled our sleeping bags in a small grassy lot at a roadside rest area, fully expecting to be awoken in only a few short hours by either police or the sun. Cody settles in with some candy and we do our best to fall asleep against the background noise of dozens of idling semi trucks.
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            The next morning we woke to the more desirable of our predicted outcomes; the sun. We cut our original plans of taking 4 days to get to LA to a more ambitious 2.5-day trek. This meant riding 600+ miles to Reno today. After packing up our modest roadside camp we headed back to the truck stop from last night. Cody and I both get coffee. Our intentions of getting an early start are wiped away when we lumber around the truck stop in the same places as the night before, for much longer than needed. The man with the accent from last night passes by us in the subway area of the building. He is dressed in the same clothes as the night before, and so are we. He eye-balls us suspiciously and it mostly goes unnoticed. Whatever town we are in is just that perfect size that cultivates the weariest population possible. Just big enough to ensure you don’t know all your neighbors, but small enough to where you see most everything that goes on. These towns are not great places for independent types.
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We believe at this point that we have a solid coating of bugs. This is a light smattering compared to what is to come though.

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Style on the Surface

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“The result is rather typical of modern technology, an overall dullness of appearance so depressing that it must be overlaid with a veneer of “style” to make it acceptable. And that, to anyone who is sensitive to romantic Quality, just makes it all the worse. Now it’s not just depressingly dull, it’s also phony. Put the two together and you get a pretty accurate basic description of modern American technology: stylized cars and stylized outboard motors and stylized typewriters and stylized clothes. Stylized refrigerators filled with stylized food in stylized kitchens in stylized homes. Plastic stylized toys for stylized children, who at Christmas and birthdays are in style with their stylish parents. You have to be awfully stylish yourself not to get sick of it once in a while. It’s the style that gets you; technological ugliness syruped over with romantic phoniness in an effort to produce beauty and profit by people who, though stylish, don’t know where to start because no one has ever told them there’s such a thing as Quality in this world and it’s real, not style. Quality isn’t something you lay on top of subjects and objects like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Real Quality must be the source of the subjects and objects, the cone from which the tree must start.”

-Robert M. Pirsig, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”

As everyone knows, streetwear has drawn a ton of influence from military and athletic apparel. I have a theory about why this is that has to do with familiarity, availability and ease of customizability but that’s not what I really want to talk about here.

Pictured above is a tape button from the shirt off a British “soldier 95” uniform. The soldier 95 system has a bunch of really cool features. Along with these tape buttons it also features slanted breast pockets, and a unique DPM camo pattern. I learned all of this, and was shown the soldier 95 system by Qyn Humphreys. Most everything I know was something someone else told me. Listen and ask questions. Don’t pretend you know everything. Sure there is a ton of info on the Internet but you can’t google something you don’t even know exists.

Quote IconWe will not allow them to make us hired killers. We will not kill anybody that they say kill and if we decide to kill, we gonna decide who we gonna kill.
Stokely Carmichael